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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

On the Wings

Shortly before landing in Orlando on March 1.

I would give anything to be on that plane...again! Headed to ETAAM-Orlando. It seems like it was so long ago. Yet it was only 3 weeks ago today, that I got up early and returned home. As I looked out the window at the wing of this particular plane I recall seeing and feeling so much hope for the coming days. Hope in finding brighter moments...even if just for a few moments/days.

I am not actively parenting a child with R.A.D. However, the after effects have played their toll. The last few days those after effects have crept into my heart. Taken up residence in a rather negative toll. The timing has been horrible. There is never any good time. However, right now is really not good.

Add this into the mixture that I'm still trying to figure out which way to turn and which end is up after the psychiatry appt I had w/the new pdoc last Friday. I am scheduled to see my primary psychiatrist tmw. The appt may need to be rescheduled because of some technical issues between the two clinics. And even though I just want to get it done and over with, there is a small part of me that just doesn't want to go. Accept the fact that this is as good as it gets.

I woke up yesterday morning determined that it was a new day. No matter what I would revel in that aspect. I would find hope where hope was to be found. It wasn't for naught....I tried.

It is now into the wee hours of the next day. Unable to sleep, searching for some sort of comfort. It isn't in the M & M's that were on my table. It isn't in the Dt. Cherry Pepsi that was in our fridge. It is nowhere to be found in the food that has entered my mouth in hopes to drown out what seems to be taking over.

The mind is a dangerous thing. It is a weapon like none other. It is moments like these that I know I need to pull out the tools and use them. The tools that several years of therapy have provided me. Yet, it isn't happening.

Praying that I can have a bit of a relief. Get back some of that fight that I had last week. Once again...it's gone.